In morals, what begins in fear usually ends in wickedness; in religion, what begins in fear usually ends in fanaticism. Fear, either as a principle or a motive, is the beginning of all evil.— Anna Brownell Jameson
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Extreme vanity sometimes hides under the garb of ultra modesty.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man; youth never.
What we truly and earnestly aspire to be, that in some sense we are.
The mere aspiration, by changing the frame of mind, for the moment realizes itself.
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.
All my experience of the world teaches me that in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred the safe side and the just side of a question is the generous side and the merciful side.
If a superior woman marry a vulgar or inferior man, he makes her miserable, but seldom governs her mind or vulgarizes her nature; and if there be love on his side, the chances are that in the end she will elevate and refine him.
It is not poverty so much as pretence that harasses a ruined man--the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse--the keeping up a hollow show that must soon come to an end. Have the courage to appear poor, and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting.
Reputation being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the Envious and the Ignorant. But Fame, whose very birth is posthumous, and which is only known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds, can neither be increased nor diminished by any degree of wilfulness.
Nature is boundless in her powers, exhausting in her variety: the powers of Art and its capabilities of variety in production are bounded on every side. Nature herself, the infinite, has circumscribed the bounds of finite Art. The one is the divinity; the other the priestess.
All my own experience of life teaches me the contempt of cunning, not the fear.
The phrase "profound cunning," has always seemed to me a contradiction in terms. I never knew a cunning mind which was not either shallow, or on some point diseased.
Where the vivacity of the intellect and the strength of the passions exceed the development of the moral faculties the character is likely to be embittered or corrupted by extremes, either of adversity or prosperity.
To reason from analogy is often dangerous, but to illustrate by a fanciful analogy is sometimes a means by which we light an idea, as it were, into the understanding of another.
Nature and truth are one, and immutable, and inseparable as beauty and love.
Modesty and chastity are twins
Occupation was one of the pleasures of paradise, and we cannot be happy without it.
There are no such self-deceivers as those who think they reason when they only feel.
Fear, either as a principle or a motive, is the beginning of all evil.
Fame is that which is known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds.
The true purpose of education is to cherish and unfold the seed of immortality already sown within us.
Never yet were the feelings and instincts of our nature violated with impunity;
never yet was the voice of conscience silenced without retribution.
Genius and sunshine have this in common that they are the two most precious gifts of heaven to earth, and are dispensed equally to the just and the unjust.
What we truly and earnestly aspire to be, that in some sense we are.
Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords-philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.
A bond is necessary to complete our being, only we must be careful that the bond does not become bondage.
I do not like new things of any kind, not even a new gown, far less a new acquaintance, therefore make as few as possible; one can but have one's heart and hands full, and mine are. I have love and work enough to last me the rest of my life.
A Canadian settler hates a tree, regards it as his natural enemy, as something to be destroyed, eradicated, annihilated by all and any means.
Avarice is to the intellect what sensuality is to the morals.
Thoughts and emotions which never perhaps were in the mind of the artist, never were anticipated, never were intended by him - may be strongly suggested by his work. This is an important part of the morals of art, which we must never lose sight of. Art is not only for pleasure and profit, but for good and for evil.
Even virtue itself, all perfect as it is, requires to be inspirited by passion;
for duties are but coldly performed which are but philosophically fulfilled.
If we can still love those who have made us suffer, we love them all the more.
How often we have had cause to regret that the histrionic art, of all the fine arts the most intense in its immediate effect, should be, of all others, the most transient in its result! - and the only memorials it can leave behind, at best, so imperfect and so unsatisfactory!
The moment in which the spirit meets death is perhaps like the moment in which it is embraced in sleep. I suppose it never happened to any one to be conscious of the immediate transition from the waking to the sleeping state.
Out of the attempt to harmonize our actual life with our aspirations, our experience with our faith, we make poetry, - or, it may be, religion.
When we talk of leaving our childhood behind us, we might as well say that the river flowing onward to the sea had left the fountain behind.
Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!
whatever is morally wrong, is equally wrong in man and in woman and no virtue is to be cultivated in one sex, that is not equally required by the other.
Chill penury weighs down the heart itself;
and though it sometimes be endured with calmness, it is but the calmness of despair.
Blessed is the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted from the world. Yet more blessed and more dear the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted in the world.
Conflict, which rouses up the best and highest powers in some characters, in others not only jars the whole being, but paralyzes the faculties.
A good taste is often unconscious; a just taste is always conscious.
Social opinion is like a sharp knife.
There are foolish people who regard it only with terror, and dare not touch or meddle with it. There are more foolish people, who, in rashness or defiance, seize it by the blade, and get cut and mangled for their pains. And there are wise people, who grasp it discreetly and boldly by the handle, and use it to carve out their own purposes.
I have much more confidence in the charity which begins in the home and diverges into a large humanity, than in the world-wide philanthropy which begins at the outside of our horizon to converge into egotism.
Talk without truth is the hollow brass;
talk without love is like the tinkling cymbal, and when it does not tinkle it jingles, and when it does not jingle, it jars.
As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections.
The streams which would otherwise diverge to fertilize a thousand meadows, must be directed into one deep narrow channel before they can turn a mill.
Work in some form or other is the appointed lot of all.
the distinction between talent and genius is definite.
Talent combines and uses; genius combines and creates.
Satan--the impersonation of that mixture of the bestial, the malignant, the impious, and the hopeless, which constitute the fiend--the enemy of all that is human and divine.
As the eye becomes blinded by fashion to positive deformity, so, through social conventionalism, the conscience becomes blinded to positive immorality.